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Moliere
Funk Flex
Yeah, G-Unit
You understand whats about to happen?
huh .. huh? (do you understand?)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
[Chorus]
It's such a mystery
How she found something in me
That I never knew was there
But she uncovered it so easily
She turned me like a season
There's a whole lot of girls
messin' around
trying to get me
They do things cause they know
my girl is away
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
This sombre song would drain the sun
Standin' in the runway
Wavin' at the plane
There goes everything you own
You called home collect
And they didn't know your name
Starin' at the telephone
House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
Walk through my door of desire, baby
Come on in and make it your home
The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faults
A clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rhumba from a Waltz
The gentleman is a dope and not my cup of tea
(Why do I get in a dither? He doesn't belong to me)
The gentleman isn't bright; he doesn't know the score
Hey now honey
You got to face the floor
You headed for the heart
But you couldn't find the door, could you?
Could you?
You tell me that you're always gonna love me
But that's what he said
That's what he said
And forever is a word
